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I am my own friend
I walk the world in search of a friend,
Crossing myriad paths with countless strangers
Who were embalmed in hype
Yet to find a stranger totally independent,
Still yet to meet a stranger who looks to the sky and commanded it to rain,
Have not yet met a stranger whose anger quenches a raging fire,
And no stranger's pity brought back the dead,
And no stranger's word ever reached my heart... m
Disappointed, I turned
And walked back home.
I have found no one-
I am my own friend.
Crossing myriad paths with countless strangers
Who were embalmed in hype
Yet to find a stranger totally independent,
Still yet to meet a stranger who looks to the sky and commanded it to rain,
Have not yet met a stranger whose anger quenches a raging fire,
And no stranger's pity brought back the dead,
And no stranger's word ever reached my heart... m
Disappointed, I turned
And walked back home.
I have found no one-
I am my own friend.
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